London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain’t got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?
London calling

oh man you got such a memory I am so jealous of
I wish I could remember any of those moments spent there and around
it seems like I got no past and I am living a perpetual present with no future coming
it’s always a bad day when a man reminds you that nothing is the way it seems because nothing is real
in fact it’s so, expect for London, which was built in 1666 after an arson and is still burning and calling
Glad you enjoyed Tabucchi’s letter, I personally don’t mind being the one islander surviving in a paradise of poetry and goats
Cards say you’re a King of Cups. If they are right, you must be right as well
xx

“A literary quotation every day leaves the podiatrist away.”
:
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always –
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.
.http://www.louisedespont.com/Work/2008/
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Even while the dust moves. . .